


Rewrite the Stars

by Bluerosewrites



Series: The Greatest Omens Rhapsody [1]
Category: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, The Greatest Showman (2017)
Genre: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Crowley's in a punk band, F/F, F/M, Fluff, I Can't Believe I Wrote This, I Don't Even Know, I Tried, I Will Go Down With This Ship, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, I'm Bad At Tagging, Ineffable Idiots (Good Omens), Ineffable Wives (Good Omens), Multi, Mutual Pining, Original Character(s), Other, Sharing a Bed, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, so sweet it'll give you cavities
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-09-06
Updated: 2019-10-04
Packaged: 2020-10-10 21:04:47
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 2
Words: 4,212
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20534591
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Bluerosewrites/pseuds/Bluerosewrites
Summary: This is an AU set after the armageddon-that didn't. One where Antonia Crowley is a badass viola player in a punk band, and Zira Fell is one of her best friends. They're both obviously pining for each other but neither is brave enough to act on those feelings. Until now.Zira and Toni are based on Gaiman's/Pratchett's Aziraphale and Crowley, but are also equal parts my own OC.Mostly fluff.





	1. You Know I Want You

**Author's Note:**

> So Zira and Toni are probably equal parts my own creation and equal parts canon Aziraphale and Crowley. I've left it fairly vague in terms of age and description, but some things never change. Toni is still lanky with fiery hair and eyes. Zira is cherubically chubby with bleach-blonde curls and piercing blue eyes.

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> This is an AU set after the armageddon-that didn't. One where Antonia Crowley is a badass viola player in a punk band, and Zira Fell is one of her best friends. They're both obviously pining for each other but neither is brave enough to act on those feelings. Until now.
> 
> Mostly fluff.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> So Zira and Toni are probably equal parts my own creation and equal parts canon Aziraphale and Crowley. I've left it fairly vague in terms of age and description, but some things never change. Toni is still lanky with fiery hair and eyes. Zira is cherubically chubby with bleach-blonde curls and piercing blue eyes.
> 
> Enjoy!

Zira loved going to Toni’s shows. It was one of the highlights of her week. They were usually late at night and could stretch into the wee hours of the morning, but Zira didn’t mind. She didn’t sleep much anyway, and had a love/hate relationship with the concept.

Tonight, however, she was so nervous that she could barely stay conscious of the songs’ beginnings and ends, so she could applaud and cheer at the appropriate times. Forget _listening_ to the lyrics.

She found her eyes drifting to Toni more often than she wanted to admit. Sometimes she would catch her eye and they’d hold each other’s gaze for a brief moment before one of them broke it. Toni had the best smiles when she was performing. And Zira thought at least a small percentage of them were directed at, even caused by, her.

“Alright, thank you so much, everyone, we’re going to take a brief break and then we’ll be back for our final set!” called out Mags, the lead singer of the band as well as a close friend to Zira and Toni. The band waved to the cheering crowd and made their way offstage. Most of the band headed to the bar for a refreshment on their drinks. One of the perks of playing these smaller bars was the free, or at least discounted, alcohol. Mags and Jamie found Zira in the crowd.

“You ready?” inquired Jamie, clapping a hand on Zira’s shoulder. She dried her increasingly sweaty hands on her plaid skirt before answering him.

“I mean....no?” she replied honestly, tucking her short, bleached blonde curls behind her ear. “But I _have_ to do this.”

“Yeah, I can understand that,” said Mags with a smile, running her hand comfortingly over Zira’s denim-jacket covered arm. “Before Jamie asked me out he was so nervous he threw up,” she laughs, playfully punching Jamie on the arm.

“Hey!” he cries, throwing his arms up in mock surrender before picking up Mags around her waist.

“Put me _doooown_,” Mags manages between laughs as Jamie swings her around in a semicircle. He finally complies, and the couple devolves into laughter. After a moment, their attention turns back to Zira, who has been watching this all unfold with a hand to her mouth, suppressing chuckles of her own. They really _were_ a cute couple.

“So back to you,” Mags begins, clasping her hands together in front of her.

Zira sighs. “Back to me,” she says morosely.

“Hey, now, none of that,” Jamie croons, pulling Zira into a hug. She tucks her head under his chin, arms folded as his own encircle her. “You’ve got this,” he says, releasing her from the hug. One of his hands stays on her left shoulder while the other gently lifts her chin and encourages her to look him in the eyes, “We believe in you.”

Mags nods affirmatively, “We really do, Zir. And you know this song inside and out, you’ve been practicing.”

“Yeah,” says Jamie, and then confirms the plan, “So after our first encore, we’ll come back onstage and I’ll start the chords on my keytar for the song and to give you your starting note. The band knows to follow me once I start, and then we’ll follow _you_ when you start singing. Okay?”

Zira nods, and does a few cleansing breaths to help release some of her nervous energy. She waves her friends off and they rush to get their drinks before jumping back onstage.

She’s sure the band performs well for their last set, but she’s too nervous to care that she’s missing it in the midst of her anxiety. _Come _on_, Zira, get it together,_ she thinks to herself, trying to will her way through this. Before she knows it, she sees the band clear the stage. _Shit. Encore already?_

Far too quickly than should be possible, and certainly sooner than Zira would wish, she hears the final notes of the first song of the encore. _That’s me_, she thinks to herself. Jamie plays the chord, as promised. Zira takes a deep breath as the band starts the intro, but can’t bring herself to start the song. She catches Mags’ eye and _pleads_ for an assist. 

Only a couple measures late, Mags begins,

_You know I want you_

_It’s not a secret I tried to hide_

The band redoes a riff and meets Mags where she’s singing. Toni is playing her viola, but she has a very confused look on her face. She wasn’t part of the briefing Jamie did, as it’s her Zira wanted to pour her heart out to.

Our hero still can’t get enough air in her lungs, it seems to have been stolen by the room. Her heart _pounds_ like it intends to leave her chest. _Welp, this is it, this is how I go,_ she thinks.

Mags continues,

_I know you want me_  
_So don't keep saying our hands are tied_  
_ You claim it's not in the cards_  
_ Fate is pulling you miles away_  
_ And out of reach from me_

Mags looks at Zira. She’s kind of worried now. Is this going to work? They lock eyes. Zira nods, closing her eyes and attempting to recompose herself.

Mags finishes the first verse,

  
_But you're here in my heart_  
_ So who can stop me if I decide_  
_ That you're my destiny?_

Zira finally finds the strength within herself to begin singing. She and Mags have a beautiful harmony going, with Zira’s alto voice melding with Mags’ soprano one. Zira doesn’t trust herself to look at Toni yet, though she knows she will need to. Instead, she stares straight at Mags and walks forward as they sing,

_What if we rewrite the stars?_  
_Say you were made to be mine_  
_ Nothing could keep us apart_  
_ You'd be the one I was meant to find_  
_ It's up to you, and it's up to me_  
_ No one can say what we get to be_  
_ So why don't we rewrite the stars?_  
_ Maybe the world could be ours_  
_ Tonight_

The moment Zira started to sing, the crowd began to whoop and clap. They hadn’t seen anything like this before. They didn’t know _what_ was happening, but they liked it. Zira and Mags finished the first chorus and exchanged gleeful grins. Zira reached the stage and stretched up to grasp Mags’ hand. Mags gave her a reassuring squeeze. Zira turned, and locked eyes with Jamie. He gave her a nod, indicating he was soon to play the chord for her to come in with the second verse. She nodded back her understanding.

Slightly early due to nerves, she began singing,

_You think it's easy_  
_You think I don't want to run to you_  
_ But there are mountains_  
_ And there are doors that we can't walk through_

She makes her way over to where Toni is standing. Toni slowly has stopped playing her viola, and her hands hang at her sides holding the viola in one hand and her bow in the other.

Zira doesn’t have the courage to look at her face yet, but vows to do so as she continues singing the verse,

  
_I know you're wondering why_  
_ Because we're able to be_  
_ Just you and me_  
_ Within these walls_  
_ But when we go outside_  
_ You're going to wake up and see that it was hopeless after all_

Before she begins the chorus, Zira wipes her still-sweaty hands on her jacket and looks at the ground. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.  
  
She delivers the next lines while staring into Toni’s eyes,

_No one can rewrite the stars_  
_How can you say you'll be mine?_  
_ Everything keeps us apart_  
_ And I'm not the one you were meant to find_  
_ It's not up to you_  
_ It's not up to me_  
_ When everyone tells us what we can be_  
_ How can we rewrite the stars?_  
_ Say that the world can be ours_  
_ Tonight_

During this interlude, Toni has hung up her viola on the wall and jumped off the stage. With tear-filled eyes, she grabs Zira’s hands and joins her as she sings,

_All I want is to fly with you_  
_All I want is to fall with you_  
_ So just give me all of you_

Zira is slightly shocked by Toni’s response but carries on,

_It feels impossible_

Toni releases Zira’s left hand to grasp her chin, singing,

_It’s not impossible_

Zira snakes her other arm around Toni’s waist and pulls her closer, continuing,

_Is it impossible?_

The pair breaks apart but for one hand, turning to face the audience, together singing,

_How do we rewrite the stars?_  
_Say you were made to be mine?_  
_ Nothing can keep us apart_

Neither one knows who started it, but their joined hands raise and their free hands punch the sky, emphasizing their words,

_'Cause you are the one I was meant to find_  
_It's up to you_  
_ And it's up to me_

They turn and face each other, each grasping for the other as they rejoin their other set of hands,

_No one can say what we get to be_  
_And why don't we rewrite the stars?_  
_ Changing the world to be ours_

As the band begins the outtro, Zira bites her lip and casts her eyes downward. Toni lifts her chin with one hand and cards the fingers of her other hand through Zira’s curls.

Toni smiles, and begins,

_You know I want you_

_It’s not a secret I try to hide_

Zira shyly returns the smile, and continues

_But can I have you?_

_We’re bound to break and my hands—_

Toni brings a finger to Zira’s lips and cuts off the last line with words of her own, softly spoken with soft eyes, “They’re _mine_,”

Zira gasps softly and blushes slightly.

“So...” she begins, “This _was _ a good idea?” Her voice lilts up at the end, leaving no doubt to those listening of her nerves. “Because I wasn’t sure if...” She quickly devolves into anxious ramblings, pulling her hands from Toni in order to gesture. Toni smiles.

“Oh, angel, it was perfect,” she breathes, taking both of Zira’s hands between her own.

“Really? Oh, good, because I--” Zira began.

“Oh, hush,” scolded Toni gently, not really meaning it. She could listen to Zira ramble for hours. _Had _ in fact.

Mags, Jamie, and the band hopped off the stage to surround the pair for a group hug. The group was beginning to discuss the plan and how it had all come about when a shout came out from the crowd.

“KISS HER!”

It was quickly followed by similar cries.

“Yeah, kiss her!”

“Come on!”

Soon enough a chant had started amongst the audience and bar patrons. “Kiss. Her. Kiss. Her. Kiss. Her. KISS HER!”

Toni turned to Zira, whose hands covered her tomato-red face. “Well, angel, what say you?”

  
Zira turned to Toni, dropping her hands to her sides. “Oh, my dear, I don’t know...” she trailed off.

Not willing to admit defeat quite yet (but still respecting the rights of her angel), Toni tried again, “Pretty please?”

Zira turned to Toni with a crooked smile. “Awww. I thought you would _never_ ask.” She winked as Toni let out a laugh.

“Oof!” She managed as Toni drew her close with a long arm around her middle. She smiled as Toni brought their faces closer, but still waited for confirmation. “Oh, my dear, have I ever told you how gorgeous your eyes are?” she breathed, and took advantage of the slight moment of shock as Toni absorbed the compliment to finish closing the distance between them and pressed her lips to Toni’s.

And for a time, it was like they were the only two beings in the universe, like time stood still. Zira’s hands explored Toni’s back, and Toni’s fingers were tangled in Zira’s hair. Eventually, they needed to breathe and reluctantly broke apart.

The crowd whooped and the couple turned aside from each other for a moment to blush and smile.

“Well, angel, _that_ was a thing,” Toni was the first to speak when the pair turned back to each other once more.

“Hmm. Indeed it was,” hummed Zira happily, “Meant the thing ‘bout your eyes though.”

Toni scoffed but a blush of her own was creeping up her neck.

“Alright, show’s over, _shoo!” _ declared Mags, “We gotta pack up and get out of here!”

Zira chuckled and started helping the band tear down their equipment. She had barely starting coiling a cable when Mags took it out of her hand.

“Nuh-uh, not _you_ two. You two go....off somewhere. I don’t need to know where you go or what you’re doing.”

Zira blushed a deeper shade of crimson as Toni grabbed her hand, saying “Well, come on, then, you heard her.”

“But—I--” Zira started to argue.

“No buts!” Mags exclaimed, wagging her finger at the two, “Well, a couple of butts, but I don’t wanna know.” She winked at Zira’s embarrassment as Toni starting dragging her from the bar. They were almost out the door when they heard “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” called out from their friend.

Once they reached the alley, Toni checked to see that they were alone before pulling Zira to face her. They stood, hand in hand, foreheads touching, for what seemed like forever.

“So....?” began Toni.

“So.” Breathed Zira.

“You could stay at my place. If you like,” Toni choked out, feeling the tension in the air. “And there’s no pressure to, _do_ anything...”

Zira cut Toni off with a finger to her lips and smiled. “I know, no matter what we do or don’t do tonight, I know how I feel. And you,” she punctuated these next few words with a finger to Toni’s collarbone, “you make me feel safe. So.”

Toni smiled, breathing out all her tension, “Alright, angel, I hear you. Back to mine, then?”

“I’d go to Alpha Centauri right now with you, if you asked,” said Zira breezily, “But for now, yes, back to yours.”

They walked off, hand in hand, discussing everything and nothing in the universe.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> So, yeah, this author might be living vicariously through fic xD I may not be able to get my happy ending (pun intended :P), but at least Zira and Toni can. :D
> 
> PLEASE let me know what you think! Comments and critiques are always welcome (be gentle). Kudos are always appreciated. <3


	2. How Can You Say You'll be Mine?

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> This is an AU set after the armageddon-that-didn't. One where Antonia Crowley is a badass viola player in a punk band, and Zira Fell is one of her best friends. They're both obviously pining for each other but neither is brave enough to act on those feelings. Until now.
> 
> Go read chapter one if you haven't already, because Zira and Toni are semi OC as well as being based on Gaiman's/Pratchett's.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> So it's been a while since Zira serenaded Toni at that pub show. The pair have been hanging out more and more, which is great, but Zira is having anxiety and FEELINGS and oh NOOOOO. 
> 
> Mostly fluff. I don't write smut, but you have an imagination. Use it where you see fit. ;)
> 
> Enjoy!

“So...” breathed Toni, her fingers lightly tracing patterns across Zira’s back.

“So...” agreed Zira in an even softer voice, curling even deeper into Toni’s shoulder. Her head lay nestled under Toni’s chin, her cheek pressed to the demon’s chest. The pair was sprawled across Toni’s bed, their bodies touching everywhere possible. Zira had her arms tucked beneath her as she lay on Toni’s chest. Their legs were tangled together beneath the bedding. Each wore a tank top and sleep bottoms.

Toni shifted slightly to try and get a better look at Zira’s face. She felt the angel tense atop her and her hands stilled in their caresses.

“What is it, angel, everything alright?” Toni pressed a kiss to Zira’s soft blonde curls. She watched Zira look down and bite her lip before responding.  
“It’s just...I know this is going to sound silly. But I’m...I’m scared,” Zira choked out, stumbling over her words. Zira straightened and sat up a little to look at Toni’s face as Toni shifted again.

“Scared? Of what?” Toni gently took Zira’s chin in one hand. “And I would never find what you’re feeling silly,” she said reassuringly, “Well, almost anything.” Toni used her other hand to ruffle Zira’s curls and then cupped her cheeks with both hands. Zira cast her eyes downwards. “You know you can talk to me about _anything_, right?” Toni murmured gently.

Zira sighed and let out an unintelligble “Mrpgh.”

Toni chuckled. “Didn’t quite catch that, angel. Try again?” Her smile disappeared as she was unable to get an answering smile from the other celestial. Instead, Zira wouldn’t even meet Toni’s eyes.

The angel sat up completely, disentangling their limbs and moving to an empty part of the bed. She sat with her legs crossed and her arms with shaky hands holding her abdomen. She drew as deep a breath as she could manage whilst compressing her body so tightly. She kept her gaze fixed on a detail of the pattern on the duvet until she felt her pulse slow, her hands stop their shaking, and not feel _quite_ as much like the world was ending. _Damn anxiety._ She’d been native for too long on this planet and picked up some unfortunate side effects as a result.

Zira unwound her arms from around herself, clasping her hands together, and took a deep breath. “It’s just...it took us 6,000 years to get to this point, and-I-don’t-want-to-lose-you...and I’m _scared_, Toni I don’t-want-to-live-without-you,” She stumbled over her words as they all came out in a rush.

She steeled herself and looked up to find Toni staring at her with a _look_. She’d been able to convince the demon to take off her ever-present sunglasses, and she found herself caught in _those eyes_. Those eyes had haunted her dreams, when she’d been able to sleep, for the past 6,000 years. She had them, as well as the face they belonged to, memorized at this point. The expression they currently wore was one full of love and longing.

“Oh, Zira...” Toni breathed.

Zira fought back tears and bit her lip, “That’s me,” she murmured, her voice thick with unshed tears.

Toni crawled over to where Zira sat and caressed her cheek with tender fingers, wiping away the tears threatening to fall. Zira flinched, but remained where she was. She closed her eyes and leaned into Toni’s touch with a shiver.

“Now, you listen to me,” Toni began with mock sternness, “I’ve spent the last 6,000 odd years looking out for you,” this earned a small smile and chuckle from Zira, “And I don’t plan on changing that any time soon. _I’m not going anywhere_.” Toni brought her other hand up to cup Zira’s face and pressed a long kiss to the angel’s forehead.

Toni drew back, taking the angel’s hands in her own. “Now, I’ll admit, after the armageddon-that-didn’t, I thought we were in a different place.” Toni noticed Zira looking away briefly at this. She continued, “And I suppose we were, but not where _I_ thought we were.”

Zira’s gaze found its way to her lap. She felt like she should speak up, but the words were trapped in her throat. Her eyes were drawn to the couple’s entwined hands, and finally up to Toni’s earnest face as the fallen angel started speaking once more.

“But that’s okay, angel. Even if you had never expressed an interest _in that way_ in me, I wanted you in my life.” Toni pressed a kiss to the back of Zira’s hand before continuing. “And look at us now! I’m in a band, we have these very cool friends that I’m not even sure where they came from, but I _do_ know I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

“It’s ineffable,” murmured Zira with a wry smile.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of--” Toni’s teasing snark was cut off by Zira.

“I said, IT’S INEFFABLE!” she cried, in a voice a tad louder than intended. She let out a nervous smile and the pair devolved into giggles. When they had sufficiently recovered from the laughing fit, Zira took Toni’s hands into her own once more.

  
“You have no idea how much I wanted to be with you,” she began, a serious expression across her face. Toni’s eyes took on an earnest gleam, and she nodded softly for Zira to continue. She wasn’t about to interrupt now that the angel had found her voice again. The aforementioned took a deep breath and carried on.  
“After...after _everything_ that happened, I really wanted to. But 6,000 years is a_ long_ time, and, well, I’d gotten so used to the way things were, and...” she trailed off. Toni’s eyes softened.

“I _know_,” Toni breathed, cupping the angel’s face with one hand, “And I never expected you to change overnight. You’ve been through _so much_. Believe me, if I could get my hands on Gabriel...” the demon drew her hands out of Zira’s and mimed a choking motion, among other violent acts. Her eyes grew even more fiery than normal. But when her gaze met Zira’s bright blue orbs, the fire went out. She cleared her throat and dropped her hands.

“Point being, angel, I get it. And we can go as slow as you want. But_ I’m not going ANYWHERE_, I can _promis_e you that,” and with these words Toni watched her angel’s eyes fill with tears once more.

“Oh, hon, don’t cry,” she breathed, gathering the angel into her arms and bringing her head to her chest once more, “I mean, I’m not saying you _can’t_ cry, coz crying is a healthy thing and all...” Toni trailed off and pressed a kiss to Zira’s curls. “Shhhh,” she soothed, rocking a bit and began tracing soothing circles onto Zira’s back.

After a time, Zira’s breathing slowed and her crying ceased. “Hey, do you remember, when we switched bodies, and I asked Michael,” Zira began.

Toni cut her off, “To bring you a towel, yes of course I remember! How could I forget?!”

The angel shifted in Toni’s arms so she was looking up at Toni’s face. “I love you, you know.”

Toni took a shuddering breath. “Yes. Yes, I _do_ know, but it’s still nice to hear.” She smiled, raking her fingers gently through Zira’s hair. She paused in her ministrations and leaned down to kiss Zira, pausing halfway there.

Zira nodded and closed the distance between them. Their lips met and each could taste the salt of tears shed, but it seemed to only make the kiss that much sweeter, because of what they had worked through between their last kiss and this. Toni deepened the kiss and received a quiet moan in response. She smiled against their joined lips and tangled one hand in Zira’s hair, wrapping her other arm around the angel’s back.

Zira pulled back briefly, to an answering whine from the demon at the lack of contact. She smiled and reassured Toni with a laugh, “My dear, I’m coming back, I just had to shift positions because we really weren’t in the best, nor most comfortable one.”

Toni grunted her assent and stretched out her limbs, beckoning the angel over. Zira complied with only enough delay to slightly tease the poor demon, a knee on either side of Toni’s hips, arms wrapped around her shoulders.

It’s anyone’s guess how long they remained in this, or similar, positions, and not being human, they didn’t strictly _need_ to breathe. It could have been minutes. Hours. Days, even. Neither of them had any true responsibilities to speak of. Finally, though, the two were in a position similar to how they started. Zira was lying on her side, limbs thrown across Toni. Toni was alternating tracing patterns on her back and playing with her hair. Zira hummed in contentment.

“This is nice,” she breathed, “But you know what would make it even better?!” She opened her eyes and looked up at Toni.

“What, _mi angelita_?” Toni crooned with a smile, peering down at Zira’s sparkling eyes.

“_Crepes_.” Zira crowed. Toni chuckled as Zira went off on a barely-intelligible ramble about the magical qualities of crepes.

“Well, you’ve got two choices, then,” Toni said, cutting off the angel’s crepe musings, “I suppose three, but the third choice is staying here and doesn’t involve crepes, so...”

“No! Must have creeeeepes!” cried Zira in a mock delirium, throwing the limbs not underneath Toni all akimbo.

Toni laughed. “That’s what I thought. So. There’s a new crepes shop just down the street,” she started, seeing the angel’s eyes light up, “But we’d have to get dressed for that,” she saw Zira’s face fall slightly and the celestial flung herself even further across the bed.

  
“Nooooo. Must stay in comfy clooooothes,” Zira declared, as if this was the greatest tragedy to ever befall the two.

“Or,” Toni began, and immediately the angel perked up, “I could try my hand at making some for you. I’ve been practicing...” she trailed off as Zira managed to complete the extrication process and leap to her feet. Toni chuckled and put her feet on the ground as well, letting out a slow groan as she got out of bed and stretched.

“Brrr!” said Toni, shivering, “S’cold. I don’t like it,” she pouted. Zira laughed and tossed a cozy robe at her to put on.

“Here,” she said, putting on another layer of her own as she spoke, “And put on some socks or slippers or something and let’s make some CREPES!”

Toni laughed at her antics, watching Zira bounce and dance her way out of the room. She put on the robe and hunted for some socks. She had managed to find some and put one on when she heard, “Come _ooooonnn_! Crepe time!”

Toni shook her head and put on the remaining sock, chuckling to herself. Yep, this was her angel. She didn’t know what they were, but they loved each other. Were on their own side. And today, that meant attempting crepes. So she made her way to the kitchen, and her angel.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> So yeah, the next chapter will likely be the adventure of Toni attempting crepes. xD
> 
> I don't write smut, but feel free to imagine what you like happening after the kiss. ;-) I don't think they're QUITE at that stage yet, but you have an imagination. ;D
> 
> PLEASE let me know what you think! Comments and critiques are always welcome (be gentle). Kudos are always appreciated. <3


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